The Marriage Debt (Underworld Kings)

She moans as I sink my teeth in.

The knife clatters to the floor.

It’s the only signal I need to know what she truly wants.

And I wrap both hands around her body and pick her up, slamming her into the wall before covering her mouth with mine. Her hands lock behind my neck, kissing me with just as much passion and heat, and it’s the biggest turn-on I’ve ever felt.

I didn’t think I could want her more than I already did, but I was wrong.

Nothing is more exciting than finally claiming the woman you’ve desired for so long who wants you just as much.

“Tell me what I want to hear. Say the words, bunny,” I groan against her lips.

“Fuck me,” she whimpers.

“Your virginity is mine,” I reply, kissing her like a madman. “Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about fucking you right here against this wall?” I groan into her mouth. “On my couch, in my car, under my shower, and against the fucking window for all the world to see.”

I tear down her panties, ripping them to shreds, and I shove up her dress. “How many times I’ve wanted to tear down these walls and destroy everything in sight at the thought of another man having you?”

I rip down my zipper and take out my throbbing cock.

“No one else had me,” she says, the words like a fucking serenade to my ears. “No one but you.”

With a filthy smirk on my face, I spread her legs and shove her up against the wall in my arms. “Good, because I’d murder them all for even daring to touch what belongs to me.”

I bury myself inside her pussy for the very first time, watching her face unravel, those sweet lips parting for me and only me. But the largest moan she’s ever made is cut off by my mouth claiming hers.

I can’t fucking get enough of her taste, her lusty groans, and this sweet, wet pussy wrapping itself around my cock.

There is nothing better than this, nothing that could even remotely come close when she kisses me back while I thrust in and out of her. My tongue invades her mouth, claiming every inch of her, and it’s still not enough as I groan, wishing I could fuck her like this every damn second of the day.

“Tell me how it feels to have my cock inside you,” I whisper against her lips.

“Oh, my fuck—” Her words are interrupted by her own moans. “So good.”

I grin like the proud fucker I am. “Do you hate me for making you want it so much?”

Her lips are red and swollen, inching ever closer to mine, desperate for more. “I tried, but I don’t hate you …”

“You should’ve tried harder,” I reply, planting kisses all over her chin and neckline while fucking her deep and slow until her face scrunches up from delight.

“You’re wrong for me, all things bad …” she murmurs while I cover her neck in sultry kisses, and a delectable moan escapes her mouth. “But you make me want you so much.”

Her words are like a drug to me.

In a ravenous frenzy, I pick her up and carry her all the way to the couch, still inside her. I plant her down on her back and rip her dress from top to bottom until all the buttons and wires are destroyed, and her tits spill out. She seems shocked, but I’ll fucking make it right.

“No, the dress—”

“I’ll buy you more fabrics, don’t fucking worry,” I say, and I immediately dive in and take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking on it until it’s taut and hard.

I lean up straight, pulling out of her just so I can witness her cheeks turn red from missing my length inside her. But I also want to take a moment to appreciate this delicious body that’s all mine for the taking.

This body that no one has ever touched before … except me.

“I fucking fantasized about you, Jill. Even when you wore your handmade dresses,” I say, letting my thumb slide down her red-hot lips. “I came so many times just thinking about ripping them off.”

My hand travels down her body slowly, between her tits, watching every inch of her skin light up at the touch of my thumb.

“Over and over again, I’d picture you in front of me … begging me to take you …”

When I reach her navel, she shudders.

“With my hand around your throat.”

I grab her throat, leaning over to press a single kiss to her lips.

“Even when we were only just eightee—”

“Before,” I interrupt.

Our eyes connect in a moment of pure sin, hers heavenly … mine devilish.

“Even then?” she murmurs.

I look down at her with hunger pulsing through my very veins. “Always.”

And I thrust in without warning, watching her explode from inches away, up close and personal, the view more magnificent than anything else I’ve ever witnessed.